Spacetravel

Bush

They're polishing the government 
Resembles a last waltz 
We are the playthings 
We are the form 
Soon it may come 
Since we can rise 
Too long since I've seen you 
We move like satellites 
My future lies 
In space travel 
She's coming over me 
They're burning the tenements 
Topless progressive thinking 
Political holes 
Got six by pray for seven 
My future lies 
In space travel 
She's coming over me 
I employ spies 
To stroll the gravel 
They never want to leave 
My future lies 
Scared of the government 
I'm scared of the government 
My future lies 
In space travel 
There's someone after me 
I employ spies in silver tassels 
They never seem that pleased 
My future lies